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Expectations, shit hitting fans, & Congratulations by MGMT, er, I mean, Billy & His Magic Rainbow!!!

March 22, 2010
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Photography by MaLize

Hello and happy Monday to ya dere!  What a weekend, eh?  Vinyl rips, cycling (two times!), photoshoots, A-HOLES, date night, oh man, all good times!  But alas and aloo, it’s time to start our weekly cycle all over again and we kick it off with a rainy day and what may be the most disappointing or loved album of the year by 2007-2008 music fans, Congratulations by MGMT!

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Major label Columbia Records must’ve been shit-faced happy when in 2007+ MGMT’s pair of songs “Time to Pretend” and “Kids” were fucking everywhere.  Indie kids, their parents, and their golf buddies all loved those songs.  I imagine there were a whole lot of m4a iTune purchases for those two highly danceable and highly bloggable and highly enjoyable songs.  We fell in love with them too, or more specifically, “Kids”.  That catchy little repeating whine and sweet beats was an “anytime song”.

But that was then and in the modern era, you gotta keep it going, the hype machine waits for no man.  So here we are, twelve blog years later in 2010 and suddenly that album art you see above pops up on the intertubes.  Worry and concern flies across the blogs!  I think even that Hipster Runoff made a comment on it.  Is it a video game?  Is the new album brought to us by the good folks at Sega?

Before we had much time to answer our own questions (as we tend to do on the internet because we are all experts in this giant quasi-anonymous forum of super infohighway cyber love), out sprung “Flash Delerium” and fans across the world were suddenly covered in shit i.e. a collective “wtf” spead from California to the New York Islands…  This was not “Kids II: The Wrath Of Khan”.  What exactly was this??

I kinda liked it.  As a song, regardless of the band attached to it, my ears enjoyed it.  Fun, quirky, trippy, but still catchy.  Nice combo, imo.

And then came the album.  Suddenly the “wtf” became a “No, seriously, What. The. Fuck?”  In a post-Passion-Pit hyped world, a world on the waning edge of the “chillwave movement”, many fans were left scratching their collective heads.  Even down in our society opinions were torn, from “an utterly terrible album” to good album but nothing jumped out to “all I can say is that I really really like it”.

Dramatic sound shifts are difficult.  Some of my favourite bands are shape shifters, from REM to Violent Femmes to Crash Test Dummies.  More often than not, sound shifting scares fans away, leaving only the hardcore weirdos around to savour the flavour.  People like evolutions of sounds, not revolutions or about-faces.  Not everyone, of course, but your average fair-weather fan who falls deeply in love with Weezer’s “The Blue Album” & then rushes out to Peaches Music picks up Pinkerton the day it comes out, listens, confused, wondering what happened to their band.  REM’s Up anyone? Or Monster? Or….

Now… time has many effects on many people and X number of releases later, people often look back to those about-face albums and see masterpieces or under-appreciated gems and whatnot.  Will people, six years from now look at Congratulations and see a misunderstood masterpiece?  No clue.

I will say this… I like the album, but I don’t have any emotional ties to Oracular Spectacular.  It’s, much like the single, fun, trippy, quirky, & catchy, then end. Some songs lean more on one adjective than another, but to me it’s all good times!

So my suggestion….  Pretend this is not MGMT.  Forget a band called MGMT even exists.  Instead let’s pretend this is, say, Billy & His Magic Rainbow or something.  Find yourself a good set of headphones, and just enjoy.

1. “It’s Working”
2. “Song for Dan Treacy”
3. “Someone’s Missing”
4. “Flash Delirium” (REMOVED: web sheriff & major labels don’t want people sharing even the free single they released? whatever)
5. “I Found a Whistle”
6. “Siberian Breaks”
7. “Brian Eno”
8. “Lady Dada’s Nightmare”
9. “Congratulations”

Some Billy & His Magic Rainbow love: Myspace | Official | Label

Cheers!

Tsuru

Fun in the sun, back to the grind, and we hearken with Volume II by She & Him…

March 15, 2010
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Photography “Florida Strawberry Festival” by Me!

WE’RE BACK!  Whee! Our little weekend down in Flo-Ri-Da was perfectly perfect, just what the good medicine man ordered.  Came in to a rainy Friday which caused a bit of detox and relaxation before the weather turned PERFECT, and I mean PERRRRRRFFFFFECT!  Seriously, in the 60s, breezy, & super sunny and, as you can see from the photo above, it was the last weekend for Florida Strawberry Festival!  Now, I’m not a huge “festival guy”, hell, SXSW sounds painful to me and I’m a music geek, but something about wandering around Florida’s most awesome collection of, uh, people with Baby, Mama & Sister Tsuru, and my young nephew was just too much.

There were strawberries (the reason for the season, but the Strawberry Shortcake was not nearly as good as I remember as a wee-lad)..

NOTE: Photos via TsuruBride’s & my Tumblr

There were rides (nearly got sick on a kiddie-ride, seriously), including one that simulates what it would be like to be a hamster in a ball on water…

There was carnie-food, caramel apples, funnel cakes, fried-everything, etc, etc

And, of course, there was the midway games where I, yes ME, won Baby her very first carnie-prize ever!   A cheap little Beanie-Baby-styled stuffed dog by hitting a balloon with a dart.  Novi got a goldfish by my mom getting a ping pong in a bowl, a goldfish that later that night their cat, who I call “Big Moosh” as it looks JUST LIKE a larger version of our cat Mushaboom, tried to eat.

There was arts, there was crafts…

(Made that all by myself!), and there was relaxation & good times…. it was perfect.

Then last night we fly back into 30/40s & misty rainy weather?  Ugh.  AND work??? Double Ugh.  Welcome back to O-H… I-O.  But that’s okay, because just as quick as the cold & wet hit us, so did we wake up to a big wallop of sunshine via the newly leaked via NPR full album stream web rip of Volume II by She & Him!!!

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The word they give She & Him is “sun-soaked” and that’s a pretty good one, I’m sure 99% of the reviewers will us it, it feels right.  It feels sunny, for the most part, which, considering the weather we came home to, it just what we need to keep that March Florida feeling going, but to blanketly — is that a word? — call it sunny isn’t quite doing it justice.  The word that comes to mind for me is “hearken”, this is hearken pop.  Pop that hearkens back to by-gone eras, a time in, oh, I don’t know, late 70s, early 80s, when Dolly Parton & Charlie Rich were bringing various mixtures of pop + honky-tonk + R&B, but then you add in flavours and flourishes of girl-groups and you got She & Him. Volume II picks up just where Volume I left off and given the names of the albums, that’s exactly what it should be.  It’s comfort food, adorable & sweet & delicious comfort food, yes……  She & Him is ice cream.

So, while other may compare She & Him to the sun, I will compare them to that frozen treat on the sun-filled day. What am I talking about?  I have no idea.  This much I do know, M. Ward has inspired me…  See this photo?

And see him in their video for “In The Sun”?

Well, given that I’m just a few years from 40 and mustaches are still “in style”, I figured this may be my last chance to grow lip hair.  It will be an uncomfortable and patchy affair, and in the end, I’ll probably shave it all off before it gets a real chance to begin, but for now, the great facial hair growth experiment of 2010 has begun.  Expect photo updates for as long as I can keep it going soon.  Right now, I’m at just under a week of growth, so not much to report yet.

Where was we?  Oh yeah, She & Him.  My only complaint on this absolutely lovely album?  The opening track, “Theives”… guys, you REALLY should’ve ended the album on that one.  It’s bittersweet, it’s got grand finale feelings, and then “In The Sun” is the perfect lead-off track!  What were you guys thinking?????

Ah, oh well.  It’s not my album, so I shan’t complain.

Well, as random as this post is looking, and even with this weather, I’ll tell ya, it’s good to be back & it’s good to finally have She & Him, so let’s get listening, eh?

*** STREAM FULL ALBUM AT NPR ***

1 Thieves
2 In the Sun [ft. Tilly and the Wall]
3 Don’t Look Back
4 Ridin’ in My Car
5 Lingering Still
6 Me and You
7 Gonna Get Along Without You
8 Home
9 I’m Gonna Make It Better
10 Sing
11 Over It Over Again
12 Brand New Shoes
13 If You Can’t Sleep

Some She & Him love:  Myspace | Official | Merge

Cheers,

Tsuru

BOOBS! That’s right, B-O-O-B-S, #appleboobocide2k10 & Have One On Me by Joanna Newsom (really? Yeah, I know!)

February 23, 2010
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Photography by umayumay

Hey guys… well, it’s Tuesday and actually, I’m underneath my favourite blanket with the warm laptop sitting on top and a little space-heater in the room.  Just not feeling so awesome-O today and with a relatively slow work day ahead, figured it was best to bundle up and get well.  I’m not looking for well-wishes, just explaining my situation which led me to Netflix to stream some perfect stay at and get-well movie action and, check this.

Did you know Stripes is not available for streaming?  Huh?

Really Netflix?  Is there a more perfect sick-day movie?  A linear plot that requires really no paying attention too, John Candy, some great military chants that are extra-ordinarily easy to pick-up, and some boobs.  More specifically, mud-wrestling boobs!

FINE.  I’ll save you the google image search, here’s a vaguely NSFW screen cap.

Maybe Netflix doesn’t value the healing power of boobs?  Stripes has everything a sick boy needs.  In fact, I seem to recall as a young kid with cable on a sick day coming across Stripes…. Hmmm… now that I think about it, maybe THAT’S why I want to watch it?   Anyways, I found myself instead knee deep in The Wayward Cloud, a semi-hardcore, watermelon-enhanced, ant-dropping Taiwanese musical.  No, I’m not kidding.

Unfortunately, there is so much symbolism & Taiwanese musical(ism) going on, that instead of feeling better, I felt lost & confused, and I LIKE watermelons!  No, this is not the healing power of boobs I was looking for.

Apparently Netflix & Taiwan aren’t the only places that don’t understand the beauty and potency of two fat deposits sitting on a woman’s chest with some nipples on the tips, because from what I’m hearing, 1/2 of the dueling internetal & mobile computation superpowers, Apple (the other being Google) has started deleting every & all boob related app!?!  An event I twitter-named #appleboobocide2k10 in honour of the already forgotten #musicblogocide2k10 that occurred a couple weeks back.

Now, I don’t have an iPhone, but still, what the fuck Apple?  Gizmodo is dutifully chronicling the events, but honestly, I don’t get it.  Who CARES if a guy wants an app that when he shakes his phone around, a pair of boobies wiggle & wobble about.  Is their a dick version?  THAT would be funny shit right there.  Even Suicide Girls had their app pulled!  Seriously, what’s the fun of technology if I can’t turn have my phone make an “alt-girl” suddenly appear in her underwear?  Yeah, apparently just her underwear.  But don’t worry fellas & ladies who like their women plastic & boring & uber-photoshopped, the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit App is still available.  Uh… Awesome?

The states has always had a hypocritical view of sexuality & free-speech, a love-hate for it.  For such a freedom-lurving country we pretend to be, it’s all well & good until a nipple pops out somewhere.

Oh no, a booby.   Hope the iPhone doesn’t block TSURURADIO soon!?!?  But hey, a fart apps are okay, so, uh keep ‘em coming, because, man, we love us some fart sounds!  PBBBLT!  HAHAHA!

Look.  If a woman wants to get naked or do whatever with her body, it’s her body, her choice, empowerment is a good thing.  And if she’s okay with someone making an app that shows that body, then fantasm-O.  If you don’t want the app, don’t buy it.  If you are pissed that your boyfriend has the app, then talk to your boyfriend about it, don’t get pissed at Apple, it didn’t come with the booby app, did it?

Man.  I can’t even IMAGINE what the complainers, let alone Apple, would think of my Scratch-N-Sniff Sharpie Porn piece for the upcoming Couchfire Touchy Feely show this Saturday night at the Ohio Art League Gallery .

That’s right, SCRATCH-N-SNIFF SHARPIE PORN (WARNING: link takes you to graphic sharpie drawn porn adorned with tutti-fruitti and fruit punch scratch-n-sniff stickers coming out of the orifices, click at your own risk). Right now, I have no plans to make an app anyway, not til Apple invents a smell-i-Phone, THEN AND ONLY THEN will I hire an app maker.  C’mon, you know you would love to scratch a butthole and smell strawberries.

AHHH……  Empowerment is a good thing, isn’t it?  We should celebrate it! Celebrate sexuality!  Have fun with it!  Not make it so grody!  I’ll tell you who’s been, not only celebrating her empowerment but a wee-bit of her sexuality as well, is truly incomparable Joanna Newsom.

Photo of the inside of the vinyl package of Have One On Me via We Listen For You.

Joanna’s a double whammy of empowerment.  One, she’s beautiful and is obviously willing to use that to her own advantage and celebrate it.  BUT, then you take in her music.  Now granted, her last album with ZOOOOM! right over my head and her voice often made me want to stab knitting needles 6 inches into my ears, but I had to respect her.  A strong woman, behind a giant geeky harp, just doing whatever the fuck she wanted, be damned convention, and BLAMO! It was brilliant, not my taste, but brilliant.

In comes her new album Have One On Me

A 2 hour, 3 disc epic.  Now, knowing what you know about how I feel about Newsom’s previous effort, I had no intention of getting NEAR this album.  I’ll let the cool kids and music academics dismantle, love or hate, or whatever this album.  But then the wonderful lads & lasses in the society calmed me, reminded me that each album by every artist is that artist’s statement at that moment and, as I’ve preached before, should be taken in the vacuum of it’s own existence.  PLUS, ears change, eyes change.  I’m not the same man I was when Ys came out.

By the way…. anyone else thinks that album cover looks like an outtake from God Shuffled His Feet by Crash Test Dummies?

Anywhosaldoosals… Where were we?  Oh yeah, Have One On Me.  First off, her voice.  MUUUUCH more tsuru-friendly.  Yeah, every now and then she dips into cats-in-heat, but it’s rare and fitting.  The songs sound almost like twisted traditional songs, like how “Baby Birch” kiiinda sounds like “Amazing Grace”, that kinda thing.  At 2 hours, it’s alot.  A whole lot.  But I’ll tell you right now.  It’s absolutely stunning.

I know.

No one is more surprised than me.  I can’t explain it, it’s reminds me of my favourite strong women in music, such as the queen oddball Kate Bush, but not ever do I feel like she’s mimicking my feminine heroes.  This is probably the geekiest thing I’ll listen to this year, deep, rich, subtle, but geeky.  Amazing.  In the crappy get-well movie in my head, this is where we start the slow clap that builds to monumental applause.

Yeah.

Okay, I’m about to fade to never-neverland, so here’s a couple tracks.  The first to get the album going and the stunner that closes the whole thing off.   Nighty-night!

01 Easy
02 Have One on Me
03 ’81
04 Good Intentions Paving Company
05 No Provenance
06 Baby Birch
07 On a Good Day
08 You and Me, Bess
09 In California
10 Jackrabbits
11 Go Long
12 Occident
13 Soft as Chalk
14 Esme
15 Autumn
16 Ribbon Bows
17 Kingfisher
18 Does Not Suffice

Some Newsom love: Myspace | Label

Cheers,

Tsuru

M1N1 CPR? The Winter of Mixed Drinks by Frightened Rabbit

February 22, 2010
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Photography by Procrastination Deluxe

Saw something funny on the way into work today.  A woman had one of them creme coloured Mini Cooper things, right?  Not all that peculiar, but her license plate is what struck me, it said “M1N1 CPR”.  Seems like a waste of a vanity plate to me to just say what kind of car you are driving, considering I can see what kind of car you are driving.  We have a Mazda.  Think we’ll get our license plate to say “HNDA AKRD” just to fuck with people a little bit.

“Ooo.. honey, it’s one of those vanity plates!  What’s it say?”

“Hnn-Daa, hmm..”

“Ak-kred?”

“AH! No… not ak-kred, it’s accord, as in ‘Honda Accord’ hahaha!”

“Oh me, isn’t that clever of them, but wait…  isn’t that a Mazda?”

I guess the I’s were taken when she went to the BMV — yes, it’s the “B” MV in Ohio for some weird reason, threw me off when I got up here too.  The B is for Bureau as a healthy reminder of the word bureaucracy — so someone’s probably driving around with a “MINI CPR” license plate.  Either that, or the 1′s just seemed more clever?

I should get a vanity plate for my 1980 Toyota “Pick-up”.  Granted it just sits in the back parking space, I think I put about 1,000 miles on it last year, and when I DO drive it, the spedometer makes a wiki-wiki-wiki-wiki noise, requiring me to turn the stereo up really loud so that the detached speakers that rest under my seats overtake any and all creeks and squeaks the truck emits.  But hey, cost me about $1,000, cash.  No payments, got to love that. But what should my vanity plate say?  SM TRK BG D1K?  That’s probably too many letters, besides anyone with THAT on their license plate better have a massive dick, but probably has a very small tinkerbell.

Hmm… Maybe play on the “8″, something like “H8 T0YTA”, you know, a little topical fuck you to Toyota about that recall thing they had.  I mean, I was rather miffed that my old beat-em-up pick-em-up truck wasn’t included, figured someone would probably drop a little lube down that speedometer while testing my gas pedal, if only out of annoyance.

How about “B1KE INSTD” or something?  If that’s too many letters, could probably drop the “E” and people would still get it, right?  Ride your bike instead, right on message.  Well, except the fact I would be driving a shitty pick-up truck “instead” when you got to read it, leading the person behind me to ask, possibly outloud as they pass me, “hey, asshole, go ride your bike instead of destroying the world and cramping up traffic with that piece-of-shit, eh?!?!”

Hmm…. This is getting complicated.  AH!  I got it!  Thank you google, I’m totally going to swipe this guy’s idea from California:

Nice.  Then, whenever someone passes me and gives me “that look”, I’ll just scratch at my window and mouth out “meeyoow”, and maybe even toss in a wink.

Meh, you know what…  Fuck it.  Maybe after all that snow melts off the thing back there, I’ll come up with something better but for now, I think I’ll just save my money because I gots me some records I need to start getting in my cart, like today’s little obsession via Frightened Rabbit, The Winter of Mixed Drinks!

Last time we heard Frightened Rabbit, I seem to recall a whole bunch of acoustic goodness with The Midnight Organ Fight, a wonderful album.  But now we’ve got The Winter of Mixed Drinks and this time, these boys from Scotland, seemed to take things up a notch or two.  It’s layered. Like a delicious onion, you listen and you hear so much going on, from the sing-alongs to the use of an instrument to fill nary every nook & cranny.  Hard to explain.  Just sounds like this time they had they time to really fill the album out with everything in their head.  Purists might miss the more stripped down sound that I seem to be remembering, but what the fuck do I know?

One thing that keeps striking me is how much this guy sounds like Adam Duritz from Counting Crows.

My mom’s got a mad crush on him…  Adam Duritz, that is, not Scott Huthinson or the dude with the back “tat”.   Okay, I’ve butchered this “review” enough, eh?

Just push play and enjoy!

01 – Things
02 – Swim Until You Can’t See Land
03 – The Loneliness & The Scream
04 – The Wrestle
05 – Skip The Youth
06 – Nothing Like You
07 – Man/ Bag Of Sand
08 – Foot Shooter
09 – Not Miserable
10 – Living In Colour
11 – Yes I Would

A wee bit of scared rabbit lovins:  Myspace | Official | Label

Cheers,

Tsuru